Iva’s P.O.V.
It’s been a week.
A whole damn week since I last saw Will.
And I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even notice. But I do.
Every day I step into the lecture hall, my eyes automatically search for him… and every day, that seat in the front row stays empty.
No smirks.
No cocky winks.
No double-meaning comments that make my blood boil and my thighs clench.
Just… silence.
And it’s driving me insane.
Why isn’t he coming to college? Is he sick? Is he avoiding me? Does he finally listen to me? Why is this bothering me so much?
He’s nobody to me. Just a student. An annoying, arrogant, dangerously seductive student who makes me wet and so damn angry, both at the same time.
So why does it feel like something is missing?
Why does my body ache at the memory of his voice whispering
